Ho, child, we eat with varying appetite,
With varying zest: we savour as our palates
Extract the essences. I savour her.
La, la, I speak but as a fool, and gladly
You cannot suffer fools, not being wise.
ALFONSO.
[Kissing her neck.] See, Father!
ALEXANDER.
Bacchus, she is blushing red!
My goblet full of pearls has left her marble.
Out on her, out! I must console myself!
[Pushing her to Alfonso and approaching Giulia.
Here is my idol, my carnality,
My rose of the flesh—how warm!
ADRIANA.
Lucrezia wrapped her thus.
[The Pope nods; then advances to the Loggia.